H is for Hair. My best feature - my hair is always glossy and healthy-looking regardless of any abuse. Once when I got my hair cut at a beauty school the instructor asked all the students to examine my hair since it had never been chemically treated.
H is for Humanitarian aid worker. My job, even though I'm mainly desk-bound now. I regret that I never did have a chance to throw sacks of food out of the back of a truck, but I'm over it now.
H is for History. My undergraduate major. My life would've been so different if I had gone to grad school for a PhD instead of Peace Corps.